One year, two years, time goes by.
People laugh and people cry.
Every morning the clock strikes eight.
I go to work. I close the gate.
And on my way, I sing a song
About my wife, where I belong.
If the clouds get together
And talk about the weather
If it s rain they anticipate
Baby make no mistake
Yes the storm will break
but never me you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me,
Only you can see me.
For what I ve got
Sir Lancelot
Was just a dream
And I am not
For I am he
With something more
It s you and I
Reality.
If the clouds get together
And talk about the weather
If it s rain they anticipate
Baby make no mistake
Yes the storm will break
But never me, you see.
Two years on.
Two years on.
But only you can see me.
Only you can see me.
Two years on.
Two years on.
Ah...